I took a torch from the stands and used it to set fire underneath the slab, on the sticks I had gathered, and made sure it was blazing hot, enough to burn through the rocks, making it seem like a stove.
Fenric was worried I would burn myself, but I told him not to worry since I knew what I was doing. Though, that didn't mean I couldn't get burned if I made a mistake.
Then, I got meat that had its blood squeezed out. I used the crude rock knife to cut it into a few pieces, though it wasn't easy. Fenric did the rest for me since I just wanted to hurry and get started.
Then, for the moment of truth.
I scratched a bit of the salt on my hand and then sprinkled it on the slab before placing the meat softly and gently over the hot slab.
It let out a chilling and sizzling sound on contact with the meat. I could feel myself salivating and my stomach turning badly because I was hungry.
I needed to put something in my mouth already. But I had to wait. It wasn't time yet.
